Last winter, I watched all six seasons of Son’s of Anarchy in only a few short weeks.

I was waiting for my second novel to be edited and hadn’t yet started writing my third. My husband raved about the series and several of my Facebook / real life friends spiked my interest chatting about it online. I wasn’t keen on getting involved in another television series but I couldn’t resist all of that testosterone and leather…and the vroom vroom.

I was drawn into the life of the Son’s motorcycle club by not only the beautiful and sexy Jax Teller (Charlie Hunnam), and all his brooding boyish charm but also by the bonds, the loyalty and drama of a lifestyle I knew nothing about and I suppose since this really is just a television show, a lifestyle I still know nothing about, although I do believe some of it could happen in the real world.

I do know one thing though; Jax Teller is a mad man and someone better stop him before I do!

I’ve had a love – hate relationship with Jax since the beginning. He lies, he cheats, he steals, he kills and then he sits and writes about his dreams, protects his loved ones and club brothers and oh yeah, worships his self proclaimed psychopathic mother. No guys, it isn’t all about the face. However, as beautiful as that face may be, the darkness behind it is starting to morph Jax Teller into a monster and no matter how many times he smiles that phony smile or pats his eldest son on the head, he’s growing uglier by the week.

I know it’s just a television show. I know Jax is just a character but I refuse to believe he can’t be saved from all of this! I don’t know what it will take or who’s going to have to throw themselves in front of him to save him but if this keeps up, by the end of the season he’s going to resemble Freddy Kruger or Michael Meyers or the Damn Boogey Man! I think I can already see the buds of horns growing out of his forehead.

Being that I am a writer, I don’t trust you Kurt Sutter–not one little bit! I know this is the last season but please, I’m begging you, have a heart! I know Jax has been through hell and back. First Opie and now Tara but at some point during this season, please give us a glimpse of the love part of Jax and not just the hate. Please let Jemma get what’s coming to her. I know she’s your wife and all but come on! You wrote her into the crazy monster she is and it’s your responsibility to us, the fans to make sure she gets what’s been coming to her for a long time, just like Clay!

Just like Clay…Just like Clay… I miss Clay. Clay was always the villain. Now there are so many.

Okay, I’m calm now.

Please SOA, have a heart. I can’t be the only one who’s praying for Jax to see the light and give us even a tiny glimmer of the man he was before Jemma checked to see if Tara was done. There’s still time to pull him back from the dark side…right?

Please Mister Mayhem, wake up and smell the exhaust fumes before it’s too late…for everyone. Bobby? Tig? Chibs? Hell…Wendy? Can anyone hear me?

I just don’t see Jax riding off into the sunset on his Harley with his sons, at the end of the season.

Gosh I really miss The Walking Dead.